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Chapter 235: The Divine Monk Zhongchuan - Ten Thousand Hatreds

The roots of the plant began to grow and spread out from under her tongue. It was the feeling of the whole tree leaf covering her for the first time, a vein that slowly extended.

In the mist, she finally touched reality again from the emptiness.

The memories came together and everything was no longer unfamiliar, but Pei Nai couldn't open her eyes and the voice was still beyond her control.

Many scenes appeared in front of Pei Nai's eyes.

Many people were arguing and fighting, the roof pillars were broken, and broken tiles were scattered all over the ground.

Amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, everyone was fighting for a wooden box. Suddenly, from her perspective, a palm wind that was very familiar to Pei Nai flew out from afar, knocking over everyone present and causing them to fly backwards.

The man who held the palm snatched the wooden box and saw the brown piece of wood inside.

The moment Pei Nai saw the pure tree fragment through this man's eyes, he vaguely guessed his identity.

At the same time, a martial artist who had fallen to the ground not far away covered his chest and looked over here in shock, "Shuiyun Palm, are you Zhong Rong from the Baiqi Sect?"

Water Cloud Palm, Water Cloud Body. In Buddhism, it refers to a body that is free to come and go and is not bound by any constraints.

It turns out that these were the original names of the Palm of Ten Thousand Hatreds and the Palm of Dingguang Compassion.

Zhong Rong ignored the person on the ground, took the box, turned around and left.

He got the Hunshu piece, but didn't know the use of this treasure, so he issued a reward in the world, recruiting people with clues to solve the problem.

Until one day, the gate of their Baiqi sect was surrounded by people from a hostile sect.

In the melee, a sharp gust of gunfire swept forward from the enemy's rear, breaking the attack formation of a large number of enemy troops, and countless people fell to the ground wailing.

The figure of the newcomer appeared from the back.

He held a spear, and his voice added a touch of chill to the summer sun, warning everyone: "How dare you cause trouble in Tianyao? It's not too late to get out now before the government arrives!"

The besiegers retreated in panic, leaving the place in a mess.

"Who are you?" Zhong Rong asked.

The man opposite him walked towards him slowly, carrying a spear casually on his shoulder.

He is handsome, with an upright figure, and every move he makes is free and unrestrained.

"My name is Pei Yunxian. I was passing by a nearby town and saw that you were offering a reward for clues about the Hunshu slices. I'm curious about your future choices, so I came to visit you." The man said.

Hearing this name, Pei Nai was shocked.

Pei Hong, the founding marshal of Tianyao and the ancestor of the Zhubei Spear, had an only son named Pei Yunxian.

Elder Zhong once told Pei Nai that he had a deep friendship with an ancestor of the Pei family, and he must be referring to her ancestor, Pei Yunxian.

That's how they got to know each other.

Memories flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope of events. They became friends, often going out for drinks together, or going out together to practice martial arts in the mountains.

Near a busy and noisy night market, they leaned on the railing and looked at the moon.

Zhong Rong asked Pei Yunxian, "Didn't your father give you the Hunshu slice a long time ago? Why don't you use it? It can save your life and prevent accidents, isn't it good?"

"What's the use? I'll be dead if I die." Pei Yunxian shook his head. He took another sip of wine and said with a smile, "If a person is not burdened by his physical form, then the Daluo Heaven will be before his eyes!"

Zhong Rong thought about it and said nothing.

"By the way, Zhong Rong, I have a son. Remember to come to the full moon banquet." Pei Yunxian said suddenly, his pupils were extremely dazzling in the moonlight, sparkling with stars of joy.

Zhong Rong raised his glass and asked, "When?"

Pei Yunxian clinked his cup with his, "The eighth day of next month."

"it is good."

Pei Yunxian looked at the lights of the lake from afar, and suddenly thought of a question: "Zhong Rong, do you think there will be any descendants of the Pei family who can surpass my father Pei Hong in martial arts?"

"There should be, but it's unlikely to be you." Zhong Rong teased him.

Pei Yunxian punched him on the arm, and the two of them started laughing.

Pei Yunxian's eyes moved upwards, as if he was sighing, "If there is one, I would like to see his talent. Is his appearance and personality similar to mine? Perhaps for me, this is the greatest role of the Hunshu slices."

"You said before that the prerequisite for resurrection is the absence of bloodline offspring. Then the Hunshu slice is of no use. You can just hope that your son or grandson will become a martial arts genius." Zhong Rong said honestly.

The scene of the two ended with them chatting and laughing.

However, Zhong Rong was unable to drink the full moon wine for Pei Yunxian's son. After a few days, his martial arts skills reached a bottleneck, his meridians were blocked, his whole body was in unbearable pain, and he almost went into a state of possession.

For the safety of those around him, he went into the mountains alone to practice in seclusion.

More than a year later, his internal strength was temporarily stabilized.

When he left the mountains and returned to the Baiqi Sect, the entire sect was empty and no one had left.

He looked everywhere for his sister. There was a cleaning servant who did not escape. He learned from him that he had been walking for too long and everyone thought he could not get through the bottleneck and that he had died.

The two hall masters of the sect defected and joined their old enemy, the Jiangzhou Sect.

His sister was favored by the young master of the Jiangzhou sect and was abducted by him.

It was also heard that the Jiangzhou sect's young master was about to marry the Minglan sect's second young lady, but the Minglan sect's second young lady was infertile, so they used Zhong Rong's sister as a surrogate.

The day Zhong Rong rushed there was the auspicious day of the marriage between the two sects.

But he found out that his sister had died of childbirth complications several months ago.

The other party forcibly cut open her belly, abandoned her mother to save the child, and caused his sister to die tragically during childbirth.

Zhong Rong dug up his sister's body on a solitary mountain in the wilds of the mountains.

At that moment, his blood boiled and he hugged his sister's body and howled in hatred.

Rage and grief intertwined, causing his internal energy meridians to become chaotic. His body, which had not yet fully recovered, completely fell into madness under the overwhelming rage. He didn't even remember how he got to the wedding banquet of his enemy.

But he clearly saw that he was waving his palms at the crowd one after another.

The sky and the earth changed color, and dark clouds rose.

All the leaders and disciples of the Jiangzhou and Minglan sects were present, as well as many outside guests.

His palm wind no longer had the elegant and unrestrained feel of before, but was instead filled with a lasting hatred.

The blood feud and rage filled his whole body, roaring in every drop of blood. His Water Cloud Palm, under the influence of hatred, actually exerted unprecedented power.

The palm wind descended on the entire gate of Jiangzhou Sect, and no one could resist it.

Having lost all his sanity, he launched an indiscriminate massacre of everyone present to avenge his sister.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and everything was shattered.

The scarlet and sticky blood flowed like a river, flowing down the stairs one by one.

Human limbs and minced meat were scattered everywhere, creating a horrific scene resembling that of hell.

In a trance, he heard countless screams, endless pleas for mercy, and, in between, the crying of many children.

It was as if the inner demon was telling him, "Why are they alive? Why are they standing on your sister's blood and tears and laughing? They all deserve to die. Let them be buried with your sister!"

He tortured and killed the people who deserved it the most, the newlyweds who were getting married that day.

But his sanity still did not return, and his body subconsciously did something extremely sinful.

When he was in a daze, he wanted to stop himself.

But there was a voice in the other end of my brain saying, "He is the source, the evil offspring of the murderer who took your sister away."

He couldn't control himself and slapped the baby his sister had given birth to in the backyard room.

Perhaps all those who participated in persecuting his sister deserved to die.

However, at the wedding banquet that day, there were many children who were brought by their parents to the banquet, and none of them survived.

After a long time, he woke up again and finally regained consciousness.

When his eyes were filled with endless blood, he finally understood what he had done after he fell into madness.

Guilt and self-blame almost overwhelmed him. He walked like a zombie, wearing the bloody clothes on his body, step by step to the place where his sister buried the body.

He held his sister in his arms and walked towards Baiqi Mountain, their former home.

He buried his sister on Baiqi Mountain and knelt there without eating or drinking for several days and nights.

He had no place to atone for his sins and no one to rely on, and he has been lonely ever since.

Until many people rushed up the mountain with weapons.

The relationships between the various sects in the martial arts world were complicated and intertwined. Many people from other sects were invited to the bloody wedding banquet that day, and they all died tragically under his palm skills.

The sects, relatives and friends of the deceased united and were determined to kill him.

He was already filled with guilt and didn't want to resist. Moreover, he hadn't slept or had water for days, so he was powerless to resist.

Those people dragged him to the mountain gate and beat him to death, venting all their emotions.

When he thought he was about to die, Pei Yunxian came rushing in wearing a military uniform and thin armor, obviously having just returned from the battlefield.

Pei Yunxian used his spear to beat back all the people who were blocking him.

"I'm sorry, after my son's full-month celebration, my father sent me to the southwestern border to help quell the rebellion in a neighboring country. Information from abroad is too blocked, and I only learned about your sister's situation recently." Pei Yunxian said to him in an extremely sad tone.

Zhong Rong's voice was hoarse, and he said to him in a weak, sobbing voice: "Yun Xian, I was possessed by the devil. I couldn't control myself. I killed everyone at their wedding banquet, including many children, including my sister's children."

Before Pei Yunxian had the chance to comfort him, those angry gangsters rushed up again.

Pei Yunxian was besieged by everyone.

There were many masters from various factions on the opposite side. He was alone against a hundred of them, using the Pei family's spear skills to protect him alone.

But he was ultimately outnumbered, and when he was engaging in hand-to-hand combat with two men, he was captured by a man who used a ghost claw.

That man had extremely strong internal strength. He used only his black and green claws to break through his armor and penetrate his chest from his back.

There was even a deadly poison smeared between his fingernails.

Pei Yunxian's chest was pierced by the ghost claws, revealing a bloody hole the size of a fist.

He fell to his knees helplessly.

Zhong Rong's eyes were bloodshot, he supported his broken body, raised his palm and pushed the enemy away.

But his palm wind was not free, and he did not have complete hatred. In addition, he was almost disabled, so he could only slap the people in the nearest circle back continuously, without causing any damage.

When they were almost in despair, they heard the sound of horses neighing and hooves clattering in the distance; the Pei family's army had arrived.

The army quickly brought under control all the gangsters who were causing trouble.

Then the entire army knelt down and saluted in the direction of the mountain pass, and the troublemakers were forced to kneel down by the soldiers.

A middle-aged man with great dignity was wearing a fur robe and a set of extremely noble black and gold armor. He rode a black horse and walked towards them through the kneeling crowd.

The majesty of heaven is so great that its spirit reaches higher than the sky; the king’s bearing emerges without being noticed.

There were no signs of aging on his face, and his body of steel could not be concealed under his black and gold armor.

The deep and unfathomable inner strength faintly emanated from the area, suppressing the people present so much that they could not raise their heads.

(End of this chapter)